Monday, September 1, 2008

sandhill cranes on the pond -- bosque del apache wildlife refuge, nm

if too much beauty can blind the soul,
it must be why God gave peacocks
a piercing little nell minidrama for a call: "no! no! no!"...

for that, the sand hill crane is a humble counterpart--
communal gabbling in the marsh mud
foraging at leisure
sweet awkwardness in slow motion
large almond-shaped brown bodies

balancing on tall sturdy legsticks

the annual gathering at the pond seems to be sort of an avian advent,
a time of communal remembrance of life's lessons and carols
that they share with us, as both we and they are inspired
awaiting the moment they are borne aloft
on their epiphanic spring migration...

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